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At the market entrance of Pinggu Town, the cold wind swirled dust around.

A dozen or so rusty farm tricycles were lined up, their cargo beds piled high with bright red, late-ripening Fuji apples.

The fruit is quite large, with a thin layer of natural bloom on the skin, making it a vibrant and tempting red.

A few fruit farmers wearing old Lei Feng hats were squatting in twos and threes next to the car, with self-rolled dry cigarettes between their fingers, their brows furrowed in deep knots.

A crooked cardboard sign stood in front of the truck bed, with the following words written in black ink:

[Pinggu premium apples, 3 yuan per jin, guaranteed sweet]

However, the townspeople and a few passersby only glanced at it briefly, and no one stopped to ask the price.

The whole street was so deserted it was unsettling.

"Come take a look! Fresh Fuji apples picked from our own orchard, crisp, sweet, and juicy!"

"Three yuan per jin, buy five jin and get one jin free!"

An old man in his sixties stood next to the first tricycle, shouting loudly in a hoarse voice.

His sheepskin coat was worn black and shiny, and his two hands, covered in calluses, were red and cracked from the cold, with dirt under his fingernails.

Wang Ye strode over.

Wen Xiaoya followed closely by his side like a little follower, her long hair blowing in the wind and sticking to her fair cheeks.

"Sir, why are these apples selling so poorly?"

Wang Ye stopped in front of the tricycle, casually picked up a large apple from the top of the pile, weighed it in his hand, and found it to be quite heavy.

The old man selling apples stopped hawking his wares, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and sighed.

"Young man, want to buy some to try? They were just picked from the tree a few days ago, and they're very sweet!"

The old man took out a gleaming knife from his waist, deftly sliced ​​off a large piece of fruit, and handed it to Wang Ye with both hands.

"Try a bite, and if it's not sweet, you don't have to pay!"

Wang Ye took the apple flesh, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

The juice bursts in your mouth instantly, perfectly balanced between sweet and sour, with a delicate and crisp texture, completely unlike the dry and mushy feel of ordinary artificially ripened fruit.

"It's really sweet and very juicy."

Wang Ye pointed to the tricycles lined up along the entire street.

"Such good fruit, three yuan a pound shouldn't be expensive, why isn't anyone buying it?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes instantly reddened, and he slapped the cold iron side of the cart.

"Ugh! Don't even mention it!"

"This year, Pinggu received ample rainfall, resulting in a bumper apple harvest, with yields doubling compared to previous years."

"This was supposed to be a fantastic opportunity, but all the out-of-town buyers colluded to drive down the price!"

The old man gritted his teeth, his withered chest heaving violently.

"In previous years, the farmgate price was at least 2.5 to 2.8 yuan per kilogram, but this year those unscrupulous dealers have driven it down to 2 yuan per kilogram!"

"Some even offered as much as 1.8 yuan!"

"After deducting the costs of bagging, fertilizer, watering, and fruit picking, selling the fruit for two yuan a month doesn't even cover our costs. We fruit farmers lose several thousand yuan per mu!"

Several fruit farmers who were squatting on the ground smoking nearby also gathered around and started complaining.

"Exactly! Two yuan is too much of a bargain; we really can't bear to sell it!"

"I toiled in the fields all year round, working from dawn till dusk, only to have it all go to the middlemen!"

"We refused to sell, and those dealers just turned around and left. Now all the apples in the town are stuck with us!"

"If it snows heavily in another two weeks, the cellar will get damp, and all the fruit will rot on the ground and become compost!"

Several elderly men were so anxious that they wiped away tears, their faces filled with despair.

Wen Xiaoya stood to the side listening, her eyes slightly red, and couldn't help but tug at Wang Ye's sleeve.

"Wang Ye...they have it so tough. They rely on these fruits to make a living all year round."

Wang Yezui seemed to be deep in thought.

Looking at the truckloads of bright red fruit, he quickly started making plans in his mind.

The purchase price is two yuan per kilogram. Middlemen transport it to high-end fresh food supermarkets in the city, repackage it, and dare to sell it for eight, nine, or even ten yuan.

Farmers lose money by working hard and sweating, while consumers pay high prices, with all the profits going to middlemen.

Wang Ye looked up at the old man.

"Grandpa, how many apples like these are unsold in your village?"

The old man paused for a moment, then answered truthfully.

"Not only our village, but fruit farmers in the two neighboring villages are also extremely worried."

"Every household's cellar is completely full, and there are also fruit trees piled high with it; in total, it must weigh at least 100,000 jin!"

"Young man, why are you asking this?"

Wang Ye spoke calmly.

"Grandpa, take me to see your orchard and cellar."

"If the quality is as good as the ones on the truck, I'll help you sell all 100,000 jin of apples."

These words were spoken.

The dozen or so fruit farmers around them all fell silent.

The old man opened his mouth wide, his face filled with disbelief.

"Young man...you're not making fun of this old man, are you? 100,000 jin! A whole fifty tons!"

Wang Ye smiled.

"Sir, do I look like I'm joking?"

"Lead the way and let's check out the goods."

……

Twenty minutes later, after driving two kilometers of bumpy dirt road through the fields, we entered a rolling mountain valley.

Stepping out of the car, the scene before me was quite spectacular.

The entire hillside was covered with neatly trimmed apple trees, with a few unpicked red fruits still hanging on the branches.

Inside the warehouse at the foot of the mountain, thousands of plastic fruit baskets were stacked densely.

All of them are carefully selected first-grade large fruits, bright red and plump.

Wang Ye walked around the warehouse and randomly inspected more than a dozen baskets.

All fruits are over 80 millimeters in diameter, free from black spot disease and insect infestation, and have sufficient sugar content.

Top-grade high-altitude, cool-climate Fuji.

Wen Xiaoya followed Wang Ye among the fruit baskets. The zipper of her down jacket had somehow come undone, revealing a thin layer of sweat on her pale pink neck.

"Wang Ye, the quality is really good, but 100,000 jin... that's just too much."

Wen Xiaoya whispered a reminder, her brows furrowing slightly.

"If we can't sell them within a week, and they spoil, we'll be stuck with all the losses."

Wang Ye stopped and turned around to look at her.

"Is 100,000 jin a lot?"

He took out his phone, waved it, and smiled.

"I have over 15 million followers across the internet. If I were to actually buy them, it wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between the teeth of these netizens."

Without further hesitation, Wang Ye dialed Pei Nana's number right in front of the fruit farmer.

The call was answered almost instantly.

Pei Nana's capable and pleasant voice came through the receiver.

"Chairman, has your rural outreach program concluded?"

Wang Ye got straight to the point, speaking very quickly.

"Nana, put down all the non-urgent work you have on hand."

"Take Chu Chu, along with four key members from the technical and legal teams, in two commercial vehicles, and bring a full set of top-of-the-line outdoor live streaming equipment and lighting rigs. We'll get to the orchard in Beishan Village, Pinggu Town within two hours."

Pei Nana did not hesitate at all, and did not even ask why.

"Understood! Load the equipment onto the truck within half an hour and depart immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Ye asked Pei Nana to send him the private number of the person in charge of SF Express's Beijing region.

"Chairman Wang! What are your instructions?"

Wang Ye was straightforward.

"In Beishan Village, Pinggu District, there are 100,000 jin of fresh fruit that need to be shipped out."

"I need you to mobilize fifty refrigerated container trucks and set up a temporary distribution point in Beishan Village."

"We provide customized thickened shockproof foam boxes and bubble column packaging. All orders are guaranteed by the top-tier air routes across the entire network and must be delivered to buyers nationwide within 48 hours."

"The shipping cost will be based on the minimum acceptable price from your strategic partners."

The SF Express executive on the other end of the phone was breathing heavily and immediately patted his chest to guarantee it.

"Don't worry, Chairman Wang! I'll personally lead the on-site dispatch team to Pinggu immediately!"

"Within three hours, the entire on-site distribution line will be up and running, offering you the maximum discount on shipping costs, with single-item shipping at a rock-bottom price!"

One phone call cleared up the biggest logistical obstacle in the supply chain.

The fruit farmer standing nearby and several village officials who had rushed over listened in stunned silence.

Mobilize fifty large trucks?

The regional president of SF Express personally came to the site to set up the assembly line?

Just who is this young man?!

The old man walked forward shakily, his voice trembling.

"Boss...so...how much are you planning to charge per pound for these apples?"

Wang Ye turned around, looked at the farmer in front of him who looked apprehensive, and said:

"Grandpa, I'll start a live stream to help you sell them."

"The retail price is set at 4.9 yuan per jin (0.5 kg), with a 5-jin box, and free shipping nationwide via SF Express."

"After deducting the extreme logistics and packaging costs provided by SF Express, I will not take a single penny of the remaining profit and will settle it all with you farmers in full."

"After calculation, your net profit per pound will be at least between three and three and a half yuan, which is much higher than what those unscrupulous dealers offer."

Wang Ye patted the old man's trembling shoulder.

"Today I'm setting a rule here: I won't take a single penny from the villagers."

"Let city dwellers enjoy the cheapest and sweetest Pinggu apples, and let you receive the hard-earned money you deserve."

Upon hearing the number, the old man trembled violently, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Between three and three and a half yuan!

What was originally a year of hard work that resulted in huge losses can not only be recouped, but each household can also make a net profit of tens of thousands!

Several village officials were so moved that they wiped away tears, holding Wang Ye's hand tightly and refusing to let go.

"A great savior! A true great savior!"

……

Two hours later.

Two black Mercedes-Benz vans roared into the open space of the orchard in Beishan Village.

The car door opened.

Pei Nana stepped out of the car in seven-centimeter black chunky-heeled leather boots. Her slender figure was wrapped in a dark gray cashmere coat, with a black tight-fitting turtleneck underneath. Her eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses revealed absolute professionalism.

Chu Chu followed behind, bouncing and skipping.

Chu Chu was wearing a thick military green parka and a woolen hat.

"Boss!"

Chu Chu jogged over, her big eyes sparkling.

"I heard we're planning something big? Selling our products directly from the orchard?!"

Pei Nana quickly stepped forward, bowed slightly to Wang Ye, and handed him a newly printed live broadcast plan.

"Chairman, the dedicated network streaming line has been established using a vehicle-mounted satellite relay, and the signal delay is controlled to the millisecond level."

"SF Express's dispatch team has begun preparing to set up standardized packaging tents at the village entrance."

Wang Ye took the proposal, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Nana is always so efficient."

Wang Ye turned his head and looked at Pei Nana and Chu Chu beside him.

"Immediately use my popular account with millions of followers—【Chairman Wang's RV Travel Diary】—to release a live stream pre-event announcement across the entire internet."

"The copy should not contain any fancy rhetoric; just write one sentence:"

[Tomorrow at 5 PM sharp, at the orchard, no gimmicks, 4.9 yuan per jin (0.5 kg) with free nationwide shipping via SF Express, paving the way for 100,000 jin of unsold apples from Pinggu.]

"Send it out."

Ten minutes later.

A super account with over 15 million real followers unexpectedly posted this extremely short and domineering update!

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